Stomach Bug
Feb. 20th, 2013 03:52 pmI missed Tuesday Tears yesterday. Part of it was that I had already cried myself out watching the series finale of Dawson's Creek (shut up, it's Joshua Jackson). I always forget how devastating those last two eps are, even if I get the ending I wanted for my ship. I also saw a stunning example of why Michelle Williams has the movie career she has. So I didn't even have the heart to look for sad Doctor Who vids. I might just put it on hiatus for a while like Zombie Fridays.
And today I managed to wake up with a miserable stomach bug. Or possibly it was the whipped cream I had yesterday at the Mexican restaurant. I'm pretty sure it was not the pure, wholesome, hand-whipped heavy cream I do at home. Or possible the strawberry topping on the churros. Either way, this is why I generally don't go out to eat. I can't be in control of my ingedients.
I am still working on ch. 7 of The Watchmaker's Daughter, but it may be the weekend before I am finished. It's a pivotal chapter so I want to make sure it turns out exactly the way I want it to. Depends on whether this is a bug or something that will pass in 24 hours, whether or not it gets done. Well, that and T's history essay on FDR's programs that were responsible for restoring the US economy during and after the Great Depression. It's part of his spring writing sample, one of the hoops we have to jump through homeschooling through the state's virtual school program. So it needs to be better (A) than usual (B+). T can write a good essay, but he is less than motivated to do it. Much prefers math and science. So how much time I have to write depends on how hard I have to ride him to get through this.
His fall writing sample was much easier to get him motivated on since it was about power generation and he loves dams and windmills and solar energy and learning all about it. This is the kid that built a waterwheel to power a light bulb at 10. He likes FDR, but it just doesn't hold the same interest level.
And today I managed to wake up with a miserable stomach bug. Or possibly it was the whipped cream I had yesterday at the Mexican restaurant. I'm pretty sure it was not the pure, wholesome, hand-whipped heavy cream I do at home. Or possible the strawberry topping on the churros. Either way, this is why I generally don't go out to eat. I can't be in control of my ingedients.
I am still working on ch. 7 of The Watchmaker's Daughter, but it may be the weekend before I am finished. It's a pivotal chapter so I want to make sure it turns out exactly the way I want it to. Depends on whether this is a bug or something that will pass in 24 hours, whether or not it gets done. Well, that and T's history essay on FDR's programs that were responsible for restoring the US economy during and after the Great Depression. It's part of his spring writing sample, one of the hoops we have to jump through homeschooling through the state's virtual school program. So it needs to be better (A) than usual (B+). T can write a good essay, but he is less than motivated to do it. Much prefers math and science. So how much time I have to write depends on how hard I have to ride him to get through this.
His fall writing sample was much easier to get him motivated on since it was about power generation and he loves dams and windmills and solar energy and learning all about it. This is the kid that built a waterwheel to power a light bulb at 10. He likes FDR, but it just doesn't hold the same interest level.